Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

Writing

  • Can’t Stop Dreaming

    Some Islamic State insect strolls along a beach shooting so easily at holidaymakers. From the waters of a heavenly womb, to death on foreign sands. Basking in the sun one minute, breathing their last the next. A dozen or so were my fellow countrymen. One was a blogger, an attractive girl seeking a career in… Read more

  • Don’t Be Afraid

    In an orchid of kissing particles, the sun bathes me in its sepia glow, though I’m undeserving of such enlightenment. Digging deeper still, there’s no way out except for down. Faces long since disappeared, the truth is somewhere far away. It calls my name so quietly in the dead of night. It haunts my days… Read more

  • It’s in the way you sink into despair. Those blinding eyes of self pity that gaze back deep within the mirror. Self obsession. Self disgust. You’re a narcissist waiting to be rescued by your own reflection. A deluded soul in love with your own sense of worthless loss. We’ve been here before, and we’ll be… Read more

  • Always and Never

    Buried in the dirt and hiding from the light. She’s got a vortex within her chest, yet don’t tell her father. The complex nature of my fears. The hidden depth of my tears. Take me by the hand, and lead me beneath the bridge with no name. Place your signature upon my face. Scar me… Read more

  • Lost Vigilantes

      They say we’ll never make it, but I don’t believe them. Life is a cruel machine. It holds us prisoner, and then it spits us out. We were always doomed, even before we breathed our first. If it’s not death, then it’s not fitting into what society expects of us. They say be different.… Read more

  • Behind The Veil

      The strangeness of our lives. Always seeking the truth, yet forever hiding from the cold light of day. In plain sight, we deceive ourselves with such trivial matters. Things that are worthless, that mean less than nothing. Sometimes we get sidetracked. Some great despair makes us stop and think. Some damned illness causes us… Read more

  • Like golden memories of childhood bliss. Safe. Warm. Things feeling good when a lover’s smile reflects into your puzzled eyes. Full of happiness and content like a sun-drenched cat, lovers leave the world and travel to some other place. It’s somewhere akin to imagination. To the golden shores of pornography. These vices that attack the… Read more

  • Dead Sea Scrolls

    The things we do to each other. The games we play unaware that they’re the most meaningless things we could ever put ourselves through. Imitations of life. Godless wonders damaged and washed up like a thousand old thoughts. Once so pretty, now just junk. Once so youthful, now a pale shade of a face long… Read more

  • Such is Life

      To think of all those endless walls of doubt. You ask yourself what you dream of, and then if you’re willing to make it happen. If it leads you down a solitary road, will you be prepared to do what it takes to keep walking? Emerging from the shadows, the bright lights look so… Read more

  • Shattered

      The romance of a necklacing on the streets of Nigeria. Stack the tyres on top, and watch in awe as the flames dance like whores. Talons come quick. Fingers unlatching your bra as the rain falls heavy like bullets. Trillions dead but we embrace never knowing their fate. Crucified. Lynched. Beheaded. Limbs and torsos… Read more